The Reigning Champ Of The Teething Crowd

"Give me something to chew on", she said
With a face longer than space
On the day she wore her black T-shirt
And held her black bouquet
I said to come closer
And I'd point out my favorite stars
And maybe we could both breathe a little life
Into these cold coffins of hearts
Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts
Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts
And oh, the games we played with each other
Battleships sunk and triple word scores
And oh, the things we said to each other
While knocking the vases onto the floor
Because she is as stunning
As a phaser set on stun
And yeah, she'll stop your pulse
But not without some fun
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down